when the stars align; harry potter.

10 - 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭.

[We are more than our scars]

. . .

"Why can't I see them?" Sirius protested, his face carved into the fire place.

"Because an artist never shows their work unless it's complete." Adara insisted, flicking through her sketchbook.

"Bet Reg put that idea into your head." he lamented grudgingly.

"Actually, that's my own concept." Adara said. "Regulus says an artist's work is never really complete. And that more can be added over the centuries to come."

"How poetic of him." Sirius retorted through an eyeroll.

"Don't get your curls in a twist, Pads."

I wouldn't dare. My hair is of great value."

"And don't boast either." she added.

"Well how'd you expect me to do that?"

"Easy, be quiet."

"Never!" Sirius went on with his dramatics. "And I've been meaning to bring something up with you."

Adara's eyebrows furrowed slightly as she placed down her sketchbook. "Of course, go on."

"Okay. . ." he started. "I go out of my way to write to you and send Errol to and fro almost every week. But you never respond to my post."

"What?" Adara hadn't gotten any post.

Sirus went on. "Errol always comes back empty-handed, and sometimes partially wounded." he explained, "You never write back."

This confused Adara greatly. She'd been meaning to ask him why he hadn't written to her, or sent Errol recently. They only spoke through the fire place.

"Sirius, I haven't-" Adara halted her sentence as she heard footsteps coming from the dorms, which confused her as it was meant to be dinner time.

    "I'll explain later." she reasoned in hushed whisper. Sirius' head in the fire place made a head gesture she assumed was a nod and he had vanished, no longer seen engraved in wood and flames.

   As soon as he was gone, Adara snapped her head around and saw the Golden Trio standing before her. Hermione's hair was frizzier than usual, and she was dressed in a cardigan and jeans. Ron's hair was messy, yet neat. He had his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants as he leaned against the frame. Harry was tapping the table nearby as he leaned against it. He ruffled his hair and adjusted his glasses when he recognised the girl before him.

"Hello," Adara greeted. "I was just-"

"Using the fireplace to talk to someone? Probably Sirius?" Harry finished for her.